while low above
you slow and murmur,
gift and widen,
days to count
the full up open,
months, years weeks
the trace inside
the rising season,
the fold beside
walk no sea held still for me,
glimmer-glass a mirrored sky,
step-stones gliding scant beneath,
tender reach to lift me by
but this, your torrent plunging deep,
ripping names from those we keep,
vertigo the edge we cling
reach again to twin the day,
wind into the brambling,
full against your sun on face,
weep, unleash our lessening.
“Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
in whose heart the way lifts up.”
– Psalm 84:5
what in this takes me to you?
what in this leads on toward?
what in this seeks bridging to,
what in this says step, then two.
how on-rushing you today,
no matter our wanting grid.
how your longing witness here,
no matter our seeking naught.
you, the one who flows us on,
how this carrying so sure.
you, the promising of day,
you, our refuge holding sight.
as if we could open prayer.
as if we could come to light.
bridge me G*d your heart into,
lead me G*d your welling night.
and did you think we would not notice?
bending river like that, I mean.
come again the bidden angel,
coursing still the rising stream.
“and on struggling with the angel, was strengthened;
on crying for blessing, gained God’s hearing at Beth-El.”
– Hosea 12:4
the geography of light…
meets you as you sign an order
holding back a grasper’s plan,
meets you walking petit chein
round the mount where Jesus stands.
lifts upon a sea of knitted
pink as far as eye can see,
lifts beyond beginner’s rigging,
setting free the people’s sweep.
meets you as you cease enforcing
disdain turning fear away,
meets you as you breathe and let breathe,
help a better landing make.
this is how the light proceeds,
pulsing as we dare your own
gather with, through out your giving,
squinting brave to sight us home.
1. De-sire of ev-‘ry liv-ing thing,
com-pas-sion bring to light,
Hope for your pro-mised birth-ing, God,
day draw-ing in from night.
2. On tip-toe seek-ing signs of you,
the edge of our sha-lom,
Peace pray your pre-sence meet each grief,
your song yet find a home.
3. An-chor of hearts, your sto-ry bind
us in this groan-ing world,
Joy here em-brace to stay a-wake,
your cre-a-tion un-furl.
4. Dwell-er of word, bear-er of beam,
from cra-dle un-to cross,
Love make us strong with-in your pow’r,
your sight and sound to trust.
5. De-sire of ev-‘ry liv-ing thing,
your vis-i-ta-tion keep
Christ in our taste and in our touch,
your spir-it reach-ing leap.
Lyrics William B Jones, 2016, after Mary Luti’s “Prayer at the End of Advent.”
Written to St. Flavian CM (“On Jordan’s Bank the Baptist Cries”).
edge to cross this aftering,
disdain mind nor aching wing,
twig to mark the path you steep,
heart to let its surfacing.
hold the shore, G*d praying keep
far the distant trumpeting,
war to more its king (or queen),
breathe again your christening.
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